All the words look
like a repetition of the past,
The originality is
lost somewhere,
I cannot find the
chilling thoughts
That used to pinch
In my heart,
Those feelings of
sensitivity which
Made tears roll
Down my cheek,
I can see the despair
All over,
But I betray
Them as something
Which is not my
Business,
I may as well become
One of those people
With elephant skin.
I want to help
Those who can’t reach
out to me,
I want to hear their
cries
From here ,
I want to empathise
with
Their problems,
I want to be a part
of the solution
And not someone
Who is a part of the
problem.
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